Old Mistakes - The Fugitives

«oh, i’d like to stay and carve our names into the tree,

and when they grow as tall as me, I will remember you.»

something i should have thought on,

and some things i should’ve said;

times when i couldn’t catch my breath

i held my tongue instead.

the days were only pennies,

we were wishing them away,

i spent mine on hoping that you’d never go away.

CH: when you break

let every brand new day

run wild over your old mistakes

until you forgive everything

our tree has a way of leaning,

i could swear it listens in.

there’s things i’d like repeated,

things i’d like to hear again.

the sun is on the way out

as the shadows find your face,

time has a way of leaving us alone in this place.

CH: when you break

let every brand new day

run wild over your old mistakes

until you’re made, of less precious things

we’re only open bodies

rare as safety

you have to forgive everything

oh, i’d like to stay and carve our names into the tree,

and when they grow as tall as me, then I will think of you.

X3

when you break, let every brand new day

run wild over your old mistakes

until you’re made, of less precious things (X2)